Dear 100 Hour Board,
What's your opinion of the free UTA transit passes coming in August?
Have you ever ridden the bus or the light rail/train? How was it?
Dear Jack Attack,
It's great (both the free passes and Frontrunner)! Frontrunner is one of the most convenient ways to get around Utah between Ogden and Provo, especially if you don't have a car. The trains all have free wifi and plugs for your computer or phone, they have bike racks on the train if you rode your bike to the station, they have comfy seats and are all pretty clean, they're truly wonderful. I don't like buses nearly as much as I like the Frontrunner and Trax (the train system in Salt Lake), but I mean, they're convenient. I would have saved a lot of money when I lived super far away from campus and didn't have a car if I had had a free bus pass.
It's about dang time that BYU gave us free UTA passes. I know for a fact that the University of Utah and Weber State already have free UTA passes for their students, and I'm pretty sure that Utah State does, too, so I'm happy that BYU is finally joining the ranks of everyone else in Utah.
Dear Jackie R,
I'm so excited! I was a little disappointed that it wasn't effective immediately, but I was still super stoked. I've not ridden the buses much, but Frontrunner is great. You can go all the way up to Roy and you don't have to worry about parking, or traffic, or paying for gas. Also, there's internet on the Frontrunner so you can do homework while you travel. I'm really excited to be able to take free spontaneous trips to Salt Lake whenever I want to. I just can't wait (except I actually do have to wait until August). I bet students who take transport regularly are even more excited about all the money they'll save.
Once upon a time there lived a girl who was just accepted to BYU. However, that summer before her classes started, her parents left her at her aunt and uncle's house in the mystical land of Provo. The girl was quick to get a job at BYU, but as her aunt and uncle lived five miles from campus, she was forced to look for transportation. Alas, the girl had never known her fairy godmother, so she couldn't ask for her aunt's tomato plant to be turned into a car, or the neighbor's reindeer to be turned into fuel. And she quickly found that UTA, the magical transportation system of Utah, was far too expensive for her to use daily. And so she biked to campus, sometimes getting lost, sometimes narrowly avoiding being hit by cars, and once she even hit her bicycle against a curb, sending her tumbling to the ground with a torn shirt and bloody knees.
The summer passed. The girl was blessedly able to live closer to campus. And, most wonderfully, she had family living in the magical City of the Salt Lake who frequently invited her to join them on picnics and to fairs and Dr. Who marathons! But without her fairy godmother and her gift of a car, the girl could not always afford to travel to see her family. Ofttimes she stared at her blank wall, wishing the tenth doctor would appear on it, knowing she could not travel to the Christmas special with her cousins.
'Twas a sad night in December when the girl set off to see her aunt and uncle in Provo to find them gone from the house. She had saved her quarters to buy passage to their house, but had none to come back, for she had expected them to give her a ride home. So now she found herself lost and alone, wandering the snowy, cold landscape of west Provo, unsure of how to navigate the five miles to return home. Two hours later she stumbled through her door, weary and chilled to the bone, with a knee that continues to pain her to this day.
After several years the girl was enjoying BYU and the amazing knowledge she had acquired. Yet she was still haunted by the absence of her fairy godmother and, more importantly (though don't tell her fairy godmother that), a car. For she had moved to a new home that was some distance from a grocery store. And, unable to spend the money to take the bus each time she ran out of milk, the girl was forced to walk blocks upon blocks, often carrying heavy bags, to ensure her survival.
Finally, the girl's senior year arrived. She worked multiple jobs, primarily to afford her trips down to the City of the Salt Lake, where she volunteered and met with her mentor who taught her the wondrous ways of owning a business and fighting for the cultural arts. One day her mentor invited her out for lunch to thank the girl for all her volunteering help, but the girl could not afford another trip down to the City. While she told her mentor it was because the lunch was in the middle of finals week, we all know that the money spoke just as loudly.
The girl was worn, bruised, but proud of her time at BYU and managing the UTA system. And then the campus of BYU sent out an epistle to all the students of the land, announcing that they would pay for all students' trips on the UTA.
And the girl cried.
-guppy of doom
I don't have much to add to what everyone else said except that I'M EXCITED.
Keep it real,
As a civil engineer, the fact that UTA and BYU are helping to make public transit more accessible to students is fantastic. I can't wait for the BRT to be up and running. I think that it's a smart move to allow BYU students to ride for free. We cause a lot of traffic in Provo, and the option to go around town for free should really help to cut down on that. Plus less pollution and all that jazz. Also, if you've never taken Frontrunner, it is by far the best way to get to Salt Lake from Provo. You don't have to deal with traffic, it's clean, and there's free wi-fi. Definitely the way to go.
I'm really happy for all the students that will still be around next Fall semester, but I'm kinda bummed that it wasn't available while I was there. I didn't have a car the whole time I was at BYU, so I relied a lot on friends giving me rides to get to places. When I couldn't get a ride, I would typically walk or bike to places in Provo (which could take a long time and be really tiring) or use UTA to get to places further away. Let's just say I would've felt a lot better about taking 2+ hours to get home from the airport if it hadn't cost me money.
Dear J. R. R. R.,
Maybe I'll stay....
Nah, I'm out of here!